I've grown rather tired
Of our little game
You ask me the question
My answer's the same
And I couldn't say the day or the year
But it must be summer, 'cause there's flies in here
I need water
I need water
Ants on the window ledge caught my attention
And I wanted to say so, but I was too tired to mention it
And we crawled in bed and melted together
Cursing each other
Cursing the weather
And I need water
I need water